Author Archives: Ted Nugent

TED with Gonzo

Merry Deerhunting Christmas to All!

If what doesn’t kill you truly makes one stronger, and pain is weakness leaving the body, then I truly believe I’m on my way to being SuperMan! There are numerous colloquialisms like those that apply here: Everyone has their cross to bear. Nobody gets out alive! Into every life some rain must fall. Life...

Ted and his father, Warren Henry Nugent.

In The Wind, He’s Still Alive

Today is Thursday, December 17, 2015, and is my dad’s birthday. I will climb a Texas treestand again today, like I do everyday throughout the fall and winter huntseason, but on my dad’s birthday, this hunting day is very, very special. By Ted Nugent Warren Henry Nugent was born in Detroit, Michigan, on December...

TED  doe

Still Celebrating the Predator Purity After All These Years

Okay all my deeranddeerhunting.com backstrap BloodBrothers, altogether now with spirit; Happy Birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear WhackMaster StrapAssassin1 Uncle Ted, happy birthday to me! By Ted Nugent Oh my but that sounded so sweet, almost romantic now didn’t it. Yes, it did. Thank you very much. And so it...

Bowhunting for squirrels definitely can put some confidence in your shooting and accuracy!

The Waiting Game Throttles On

I sit. I wait. I sit. I wait. I fidget and sit and wait and wait. Then I sit and wait some more. Are we deerhunting yet? Happy December 2015 my sitting and waiting BloodBrothers. How goes your sitting and waiting deerhunting dreams? Or is that nightmares? By Ted Nugent And so it goes,...

Ted and his son, Fleetwood, enjoy hunting and the outdoors as do all of the Nugent family.

Happy Deerhunting ThanXgiving Everyday America

As I trudge joyfully through building, blowing, beautiful snow drifts back to my little Michigan log cabin, my sense of giving thanks could not be more clear or powerful. My pure, natural hands-on participation in God’s miraculous creation as a hunter/gatherer of His precious gifts of life giving renewable resources forces me to admit...

Chasing small game is a great way to reinvigorate your hunting appetite and put some other game meat on the table!

Man Does Not Live by Backstraps Alone!

Lord have mercy! November 19, 2015, and our beloved deerseasons across America not only throttle on relentlessly, but lo and behold, I believe many of us are actually increasing our pursuits in intensity and passion. Can this be? Can we maintain this indefatigable predator pace? Can we possibly keep this madness up? By Ted...

Uncle Ted gives thanks to the United States Marine Corps members and all who serve in our great military forces around the world.

Happy Veterans Day, Everyday!

Wow! NugeBlog#114 already! The old backstrappin’ guitarplayer just keeps on hammerin’ on don’t I! You’re darn right I do, because I am inspired beyond words every day of my life by the superior humanity that I am privileged and honored to hang out with, reminded constantly that freedom is not free, and how the...

TED with great buck

Bigger Campfires are Better Than Smaller Campfires

Somebody pinch me! No, wait, I’m afraid a simple pinch will not do. I think you had better tie me upside down, strip me naked, hose me down, slap me upside the head, hire a gaggle of barrel chested Herculean-like body builders, all armed with aluminum Louisville Slugger baseball bats, and just unleash them...

With age comes wisdom and the realization that hunting smarter means doing what you can and should ... not what you used to do.

Celebrate the Glorious, Glorious Rut!

When you’re out in the deerwoods everyday like I am, you become extremely tuned in to the pulsations of nature and her critters. There really is a wonderful, stimulating Call of the wild, but I prefer to call it the Spirit of the wild, for there is a tangible yet beyond the physical heartbeat...

Uncle Ted doesn't mind running an arrow through a swampdonkey shedeer to put meat on the table!

May the Force Be With You and All Your Backstrap Dreams Come True!

Every morning and every afternoon, September, October, November, December, January and February, I unleash my pure predator beast, and head to my chosen ambush location for another hunt of a lifetime. The excitement that broils down below has not subsided one whit for the past 60 plus years of bowhunting, and I look to...